Saturday, December 17, 2011

Baby Chicks

I'm up late working in Santa's workshop, trying to make up for my late start at holiday shopping. I'm hoping to have most of the packages I need to mail ready to go out tomorrow . . . I don't know if that's going to happen.

I've been feeling really sad lately about the burdens that people are carrying. So many of my chickens* at work are struggling with major, real problems, and I can see the stress and pain in their faces every day. It's breaking my heart. I want to lighten their loads and I can't. And hearing about layoffs and unemployment (which aren't even the types of problems I'm referring to with my work peeps) is almost too much to bear this time of year - and I don't think I'm going looking for this kind of news. It's just all around. It's such a different world. It's not impossible to find hope or joy, but sometimes you have to look pretty hard.

(I wrote this on the 17th of December and kept it in my drafts because I didn't know where I was going with it. I found it last night and wondered why I let that stop me - I never have before.)

*This is a term of endearment. There is no actual live poultry at my job.